"What if he was just playing a prank on me?" Oliver asked himself as he walked slowly through the trees with a nervous expression on his face.
He was in his humanoid form, naked and looking like he was ready to pounce on anyone who tried anything funny.
His antlers glowed softly with the powers of the forest flowing through his body and into the antlers in his head.
With the antlers, he maintained a soft level of control and awareness in the forest, this was his own way of seeing what his eyes could not see, a way to avoid being ambushed.
He could smell it already, the presence of another terrifying tiger.
On his way here, he had passed through the territories of other tigers. The owners of most of them were far more eager to engage in a fight with Oliver just because he was within their territory without their knowledge.
